Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 779 - 780: The Falling Fresh Blood

Sorry for the delay, I will post 2 more chapter today to get back to the line,

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"Puff!!"

Accompanied by the splattering of fresh blood,

The divine sword in Enzo’s hand, that was constructed from divine barrier artifact shattered the desperate atmosphere of the allied forces like a meteor breaking through the night sky! Under the gaze of countless people holding their breath, it forcibly broke through Bloody Butterfly’s defense and pierced the girl’s chest with a single sword strike.

For a moment, upon seeing this scene, the allied soldiers below fell into a brief silence, their spears, guns, and magic staffs slowly lowering as they stared at the sky with disbelieving expressions.

After an unknown amount of time, when they confirmed that what they saw was not an illusion and Bloody Butterfly seemed to have no strength to resist, a red leaf Knight couldn’t help but shout with joy,

"Hah, hah, we succeeded!! The Ancestor succeeded!!"

As the first knight’s shout echoed, this ecstatic emotion spread like a virus among the crowd,

In an instant,

After a moment of silence, amidst the gunpowder smoke and ruins, a violent cheer erupted from within Anvika, as if a shocking tidal wave. The enraged crowd raised their hands, shouting at the top of their lungs with excitement. They finally felt at ease after a long suspense,

Defeating the Demon Temple meant the annihilation of the entire Abyssal Demon army.

Humans would no longer live in fear of the Abyssal Demons.

The long-awaited peace would finally arrive.

Realizing this, the soldiers were so excited they couldn’t express it in words. They only gave a hearty cheer and embraced their comrades around them.

Passionate tears, mixed with sweat and blood, continuously splashed onto the earth.

At this moment,

The heavy atmosphere enshrouding Anvika’s sky suddenly dissipated, replaced by an atmosphere of joy that enveloped this vast land.

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On the other side,

High in the sky, Enzo had a completely different mood from the crowd below.

He did not feel joy.

After successfully breaking through the enemy’s defense and piercing Bloody Butterfly’s chest with his sword, Enzo’s eyes unavoidably revealed a hint of surprise.

Apparently,

Enzo also didn’t expect his attack to so easily pierce Demon Temple’s body.

When Bloody Butterfly let out a soft cry,

Enzo gained a clear understanding. Bloody Butterfly’s seemingly frail and delicate body actually contained terrifying power and defensive strength. In Enzo’s imagination, even with the full assistance of the two Holy Tower masters and the holy envoys, his ultimate attack might only be able to break through the enemy’s protective energy and barely pierce their body.

Thinking this, directly piercing through the enemy’s body was completely beyond Enzo’s expectations.

It was too easy, which instead made him feel a sense of foreboding.

Furthermore,

Staring fixedly at the girl’s wound that he had inflicted, and seeing the fresh blood continuously gushing out, Enzo unconsciously furrowed his brow.

’No’

’Something is wrong,’

’Something is off...’

Recalling the scene of his final attack just now, Enzo’s eyes instantly revealed an unprecedented seriousness.

If his judgment was not wrong,

He had not broken through the girl’s protective power of Shadow!

When facing his full-powered strike, Bloody Butterfly intentionally released the scarlet energy protecting her body, allowing his attack to pierce through.

Realizing this, Enzo looked up uneasily and gazed at Bloody Butterfly’s face.

As if to verify Enzo’s uneasy guess, when Enzo looked at Bloody Butterfly, she also slowly raised her head, revealing her pair of peculiar and eerily cold scarlet eyes. The black-haired girl tilted her head, smiling seductively, and met Enzo’s uneasy gaze with a profound look.

Glancing at her pierced chest, the black-haired girl did not say much.

There was not a trace of pain on her face, as if she did not feel any suffering.

"I have to say, you’re quite impressive."

The girl praised lightly.

"Not only you, but also the human allied forces you’ve assembled are quite formidable. The allied attack is completely beyond what could be compared to before. If it were my children, they might really have a chance of dying here. To be honest, it’s quite annoying."

"..."

Listening to Bloody Butterfly’s words, Enzo was confused and unable to understand the girl before him.

Because he could sense that Bloody Butterfly’s words... were a genuine, heartfelt acknowledgment of them?

Being praised by an Abyssal Demon?

Something felt off...

What was even more astonishing was,

Why was this woman so indifferent?!

Just now, her chest had been pierced by me!

Just as Enzo was shocked and trying to mobilize his power to launch a second attack, Yumo’s words faintly echoed in Enzo’s ears.

"Hey, you, have you heard of the story where the hero defeats the Demon King? This kind of story seems to be quite popular in your Red Leaf Empire."

"Huh?"

A sudden and inexplicable question left Enzo confused, completely unable to understand the meaning behind Bloody Butterfly’s question.

Therefore, after letting out a puzzled "Huh," Enzo did not respond with even half a word.

In response,

The black-haired girl did not mind and continued speaking:

"Then do you know why, in those stories, heroes always form small teams and ultimately rely on team unity and cooperation to defeat the Demon King? Why don’t the protagonists in these stories ever gather a large army to crush the Demon King’s castle?"

As she spoke,

Yumo turned her gaze slightly, looking at the celebrating allied forces below.

With a gentle yet chilling tone, she slowly explained:

"Because, you see~, sometimes, more people doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good thing. Those small fries might drag you down~, or even turn against you and help the Demon King~"

’?!’

’Huh...’

’What does this mean?!’

Enzo’s mind pondered this question.

He didn’t believe that Bloody Butterfly would say such things at such a crucial moment. She must have some deeper meaning or metaphor?!

’Wait a minute?!’

’Damn it, Could it be…’

In an instant, Enzo’s mind flashed with inspiration, and he suddenly focused his gaze on his divine sword. He saw that after piercing Bloody Butterfly’s delicate body, her blood began to flow out from within, trickling down the divine sword one drop at a time... As the blood flowed, the divine sword, which emitted holy power, gradually lost its luster, and an evil, cold aura began to corrode the divine sword along with the blood.

The divine sword being corroded was not what worried Enzo the most.

What truly made him reveal a panicked expression was the blood continuously dripping down onto Anvika below.

That blood belonging to the Demon Temple...

For a moment, due to the humanoid appearance of the enemy, Enzo had almost forgotten the most terrifying characteristic of the Abyssal Demons... That is, their horrifying ability to infect other creatures and turn them into crazed, bloodthirsty monsters. And the Demon Temple, as the source of all Abyssal Demons, her infection ability was undoubtedly thousand time stronger...

Even though the forces below had already made preparations to prevent infection, when facing Bloody Butterfly, it was likely...

Realizing this, Enzo’s expression changed drastically.

"Damn it! She intentionally let herself get injured!"

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At this moment, on the battlefield below, after feeling the energy field of the Shadow collapsing, the soldiers had begun to enjoy the fruits of victory. Among the cheers and excitement, a young officer suddenly furrowed his brow.

It seemed that something had dripped onto his arm.

Upon closer inspection, the officer realized it was just a drop of blood.

’Blood falling from above?’

’Was it Bloody Butterfly’s blood?’

Curiously glancing up at the sky, the young officer thought to himself.

The Demon Temple,

Wasn’t it a building? Could buildings be injured and bleed? That was truly a bizarre situation.

The officer mused.

He didn’t pay much attention to the droplet of blood. What he was more concerned about was what he should say as the squad leader during tonight’s celebration? Should he take advantage of this joyous moment to propose to his beloved girlfrined? She would probably agree now, right?

If she agreed, he could leave the squad in the future and return home to live a peaceful life~

Thinking this, the young officer excitedly picked up the magic staff beside him, ready to wait for the order to retreat from his superiors.

However,

As he gripped the magic staff, the young officer’s expression suddenly changed, his smile frozen in place. The previously joyful and excited expression was replaced by an indescribable confusion and terror.

Because,

He strangely discovered that,

His right hand, which was holding the magic staff, had somehow transformed into a pitch-black scaly claw, resembling a demon’s paw.

"Me?! My hand?! What happened to my hand?!"